I come home back from the gym and put my bag by the door. I walk into the living room where you sit on the sofa and play that game you seem to enjoy lately. As usual, I can see that you raided the kitchen for snacks, since the coffee table is littered with sweets, salty snacks and empty wrappers from the ones you already ate. I sit next to you and ruffle your hair with a smile, as you say 'hey dad' without breaking the eye contact with the TV. Your plump lovehandles and big, soft belly and moobs are barely contained your t-shirt and your shorts are packed tight with your wide tighs and butt. I see you reach for a big Pepsi bottle and chug it as your next match is loading. I smile to myself as you let out a guttural belch that made the fat rolls on your belly rippple. I love seeing you embracing your hobby and indulging your gluttony. 'So, any plans for the weekend? Wanna go somewhere or do something together?